So we went for a nice drive in the country. Taking the Jeep out for a battery charging cruise. Emma and I shouting out every animal we see, George resting/zoning in his seat (he loves car rides, finds them very calming).
Until about 35 minutes in, past halfway.
When George threw up all over himself.
Yeah, that resting/zoning thing? Not so much resting as it was really not feeling well. Guess who wins Mom of the year this year?
He's been laying on the couch ever since we got home three hours ago. Fever hovering around 99-100 degrees, not too bad, but now he's starting to push on his ear. Hello ear infection, how are you?!
So tonight, I have to try to force Motrin into him. Then change my clothes after he spits it all back out on me. (Not in defiance, just a lovely sensory thing. We have NEVER been able to get him to swallow medicine voluntarily. And yet? We keep trying. Maybe someday he'll understand that it will help him feel better. And then? The money fairy will fly in the window with my million dollars.)
And tomorrow, we return to the doctor's office, so he can get a shot of Amoxicillin. He LOVES shots.
I'm just about ready to move us all to a deserted island somewhere, anyone know of one that comes fully furnished? And maybe has a Target just a short rowboat trip away?